My seester, bless her heart, brought me a much needed caffeine fix that I was able to sip on throughout the process. Without it, I might not have made it. Honestly. All was going well and the many hands that came to help were picking up boxes and moving them downstairs to the sidewalk, which enabled me to zone out a bit and go on autopilot so I wouldn't have to think too much about what I was doing and what was taking place. My mom apparently saw that I was not myself, though at the time I thought I was just fine. It wasn't until about forty-five minutes into the moving process that I found myself entirely overwhelmed. I was returning from my dad's truck where I was placing items inside that were going home rather than into storage when I heard my name being called. First of all, it was nerve-wracking because it was early and I knew we were likely disturbing my sleeping neighbors, but then it became more stressful because everyone was yelling my name. And then everyone was telling me my dad needed me even though I could easily hear him myself, and I was answering him, but he couldn't hear me responding from downstairs. So I made my way upstairs where my dad asked me about some boxes I still had in my room. They were things I decided I would just come back for, but he said we should just load them up so I didn't have to come back...and that's when I started to lose it. I very suddenly felt the impact that I was leaving. It caught me off guard and I struggled to hold back the tears, but a few managed to slip out despite my efforts. I needed a few minutes to pull myself back together and I did. Luckily, my dad was there to hug me and hugs followed from my mom and my seester. I took some deep breaths, wiped my eyes, and trudged on. There would be no turning back now.
The moving is always a little stressful, but overall the day was fairly painless. Everyone was in good spirits, there weren't too many hitches to overcome, and everything fit into the storage unit I had reserved back in May. The icing on the cake was that my king size bed, oversized dresser, and one of my oversized nightstands fit into my room. It was basically a mini miracle. Even though it seems a little cramped at the moment, I think it's going to be alright. I have paintings hanging up and it's actually quite cozy. I know this is only going to be temporary, but in the meantime, I'll be enjoying the comfort of my old room.